We’re frequently reminded that history tends to repeat itself.
It suits us to forget.
What’s this self induced blanket of amnesia we wrap ourselves in,
Like a fetus in a cocoon?  We delude only ourselves.

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Sooner or later we’ll have to emerge;
Either to be vaporized into the ether of anonymity, nothingness and uselessness
Or to live a life worth its value and purpose. The choice is ours.